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Erin Davis

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POSTED ON Sept 12, 2013 21:07:30 GMT -8

Post by Erin Davis on Sept 12, 2013 21:07:30 GMT -8

Erin was part of the Roman Fifth Cohort which, despite it not having the best reputation, was an honor to him. He felt like he was on his way to becoming a true Roman, someone who could make his father proud. He was also honored to have been placed on the mission he was currently on. Kyle had come up to him specifically and asked him to scout out the Greek camp. He had felt a swell of pride at the request. And he had no reason to question it. Kyle had been Praetor for a while now so he figured he knew what he was doing.

He had no way of knowing he was being manipulated. He didn’t know that during his days traveling to Camp Half-Blood, his cohort had reported him missing to Kyle. He had no way of knowing that Kyle was desperately trying to figure out where the young son of Apollo had gone. Because he didn’t know that he hadn’t spoken with Kyle, but rather a trickster in disguise. He didn’t know he had encountered Loki.

He crouched down just outside the property line, aware that the Greeks could have someone guarding it. It was what the Romans did, so they would have been smart to do the same. He unslung his bow from his shoulder and prepared himself in case he needed to draw an arrow from his quiver. He was trained to be ready for a confrontation. However, they wouldn’t know whether he was Greek or Roman. His tattoos were covered by the sweatshirt he wore. He was certain they would wonder how he already had a bow and quiver full of arrows, though.

Focus, he thought to himself, relaxing his muscles and pulling his free hand away from his quiver, though he remained gripping his bow. He didn’t know entirely what ‘Kyle’ wanted from him. He guessed he needed to check out the Greeks, see if they were preparing or planning to attack them.

The normally fun-loving boy was forced to get serious as he slipped closer to the entrance to the camp, crouching amongst some bushes. The sky was darkening, signaling that it was around dinner time. The majority of the campers would most likely be eating. He figured that gave him the best opportunity to sneak in. He didn’t like sneaking around, but ‘Kyle’ had sent him off without giving him any sort of plan.

The fourteen-year-old licked his lips as he felt them going dry. He hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. The thought of a meal was appealing, but he had to focus. He had to push back the fear he felt about being in enemy territory. They may have had an uneasy alliance with Camp Half-Blood, but ‘Kyle’ had made it sound like they were already considering them enemies.

Sneaking around, though, felt like the smart thing to do. He didn’t want to cause a war, after all. His eyes swiveled around when he heard some noise and he tried to pinpoint the location. He crouched further in the bushes, hoping his cover wasn’t blown.

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POSTED ON Sept 13, 2013 6:10:36 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 6:10:36 GMT -8

Rachel Dare had long since gotten used to the sensation of being stared at like she had just grown two heads, one of which could probably be capable of breathing fire. With her outlandish personality and honestly devil-may-care attitude; it was practically a package deal. But then again, she couldn't blame most campers for looking at her oddly in that moment. Here was a small girl of about 5'5, dressed in pro-dinosaur clothes (she was feeling particularly carnivorous today) and pushing a bright bronze pony in front of her. Thankfully, it was a bronze pony of the non-living kind; or this situation would have been twice as awkward. Earlier that day, Rachel had taken it upon herself to teach the new campers of the Trojan War and asked some kind sons of Hephaestus to make her a model Trojan Horse for demonstration purposes. The boys were used to the strange requests from the Oracle and were smart enough by now not to question her, or just deathly afraid this would end up like the Hell Hound incident of '09. Rachel took a moment to catch her breath and send a prayer heavenwards to Ares (more like a plea for forgiveness, because she was pretty sure the God of War still wouldn't look her in the eye properly).

Shaking herself from her musing with a laugh (which may have looked like a mad cackle considering the looks on the near by Hermes kids), Rachel continued her struggle to push the bronze pony up to the property line. At first Chrion and the Hephaestus kids wanted to melt the pony down for other uses, but Rachel firmly put her foot down to save the bronze pony's life. "You should be thank me for this." Rachel said to the pony. It did not reply. Rachel gave a small frustrated grunt and shoved at the pony even harder, seeing her goal of the property line in sight. The bronze pony was much heavier than it looked, but Rachel was far too stubborn to let anyone help her. Not that anyone wanted to help her, after she started trying to feed the pony some hay and cooing at it like it was her child. Eventually Chiron put his foot (hoof?) down and made Rachel move the pony somewhere more practical.

At first Rachel wanted to move the pony into her room in the Big House but the pony was too heavy to move up the steps. So Rachel went with option 2. Which included putting the pony on the property line to deter any wandering enemies. Well, that is what she promised Clarisse. In all honesty Rachel planned on coming back and painting it a garish orange colour and maybe adding some glitter. Oh! Maybe they could open up a poll to name the new pony!

"And they wanted to melt you down into a shield. Simpletons!" Rachel exclaimed, waving her hands around wildly. The Oracle could see the property line just a few more meters ahead and with the last of her resolve... pushed the bronze pony into a rabbit hole. If there was one thing Rachel learned from being the God's radio, it was swears in ancient Greek. She put that skill to use now.

Taking a calming breath, Rachel slumped to the ground, her back against the now crooked pony and shouted wordlessly at the sky. The sky grumbled back at her with the threat of thunder. Rachel let her head fall back against the bronze pony with a metallic 'clang!' and let out a dramatic sigh. She raised one hand and patted the pony gently, cooing at it like it was a newborn child. "It's alright, my precious. I will get you out of there soon enough." Rachel reassured the bronze pony. Once again it did not reply.

Rachel raised her head suddenly, and turned her head in the direction of a nearby bush. "Are you just going to sit there and watch me (and my precious pony) suffer? Or are you going to help me?" Rachel said dryly.

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Notes;; I blame Rachel knowing Erin was there on mystical Oracle powers! :'D -shot-

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POSTED ON Sept 13, 2013 8:52:34 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 8:52:34 GMT -8

Chris Rodriguez was, without a doubt, one of the cooler guys in camp, easy-going, he had found a companion, more than a companion, in Clarisse La Rue, and was one of the few people who considered their Oracle to be pretty damn awesome. Despite being a total downer at times, and the depressive mood she got when you mentioned her land-buying, money-hungry father, she would almost always have that quirky grin on her face, though he swore she knew how it ended for him, half the camp probably did, but hey, when a girl can see the future, who says she doesn't see someone get crushed, bludgeoned, or incinerated from time to time.

Now, as one of the few Hermes kids who wasn't entirely Kleptomaniacal, he had the luxury of being trusted, and, as such, there was nothing odd about him walking around the camp without worry of attracting attention. He was keener than most, a side-effect of being a natural pick-pocket, and burglar. He caught sight of their dear Oracle, struggling with something, she didn't know what the big deal was about the pony, not that many did. One look around, and he could tell none of his family was going anywhere near her, everyone's face read the same: What if she goes all glowy eyed on me. He sighed, shaking his head as he stepped off the porch, starting his way up the hill. Now Chris was a big guy, didn't match the stereotype of Hermes kids, aside from his stealth, and vigilance, his build was that of an Ares camper. However, as he neared Rachel, and she turned on the bushes to address them, he hesitated. Was she demanding the bush's help? No way. No. He felt it, shivers down his spine. He was being watched, the same feeling he got from the Romans. 'Stop being paranoid!!', his mind screamed at him.

He swallowed, clearing his throat as he marched up to their flame-haired Oracle, putting on a smile that said: Please don't prophecize my doom. "If you don't have a problem with me helping you out..." He peeked over her shoulder, what was that, an Apollo kid playing a prank? Was the Ares Cabin going to get hit with another stink bomb arrow? He hoped not, the smell had spread pretty quickly, pretty much ruined the idea of sleep for anyone along the same side as the Ares Cabin. "We all know Apollo kids aren't the strongest bunch.", he said, turning towards the pony, blowing a sigh from between his lips. Wearing a green shirt that red 'Keep Calm and Don't Feed The Harpies', and jeans, he did not appear very reliable. "Alright...we're going to get you up the hill...whether you like it or not." Yes, it was a machine, no, he didn't mind talking to it. "Ok, I'll lift it out of the hole, and you push it forward..." Since when was he the take charge type? He glanced at the two again, maybe he was trying to show that he didn't look at Rachel like some kind of freak? He shrugged the question off, ignoring the looks he got from his half-siblings down on the porch, in fact, his curiousity was aimed at the bush, he was taller than Rachel, so, naturally, the bush did not provide the best of cover for the kid, now, Chris thought 'kid' because he was signficantly older than him. It must've been a dare or a bet if an Apollo camper was doing this all on his lonesome. "C'mon, guy, help a Foreseer and lowly pick-pocket out...", he said in a joking tone.

Note: Mobile makes word count impossible. I'm sorry. Thieves are highly tuned to their environment, plus Chris is tall and he saw Rachel talking to a bush. XD
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Erin Davis

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Incognito (Greeks)

POSTED ON Sept 13, 2013 10:59:07 GMT -8

Post by Erin Davis on Sept 13, 2013 10:59:07 GMT -8

Erin watched as a girl came pushing along a fake, metal pony. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if it was some sort of Greek weapon or simply some odd thing that the Greeks liked to keep around. When she started swearing, he recognized the language as Greek; however he didn’t know how he knew that. He was a Roman; his brain was hard-wired for Latin, not Greek.

He watched with curiosity as she started talking to the pony, noticing that it had been caught in a hole. He genuinely wanted to help her – it was in his nature to be helpful – but he didn’t want to blow his cover. Though it seemed his cover was already blown. He paled and visibly tensed when she talked directly to him. He had no clue how she had seen him, despite knowing that stealth wasn’t his strong-suit. He didn’t know whether he should stand up and run – well, Romans didn’t run, they had tactile retreats – stand and just act casual, or knock an arrow to his bow.

That was when the guy came. He was taller than the girl and if he had been Roman, he looked like he would have been a kid of Mars. The young archer found himself feeling like he was getting trapped. He had hoped not to be seen at all, but apparently the gods were against him. When the guy peaked over his shoulder, Erin instinctively drew back. The girl didn’t seem like much of a threat – or at least not a strong one. But the guy did.

When he was spoken to again, he paused but then remembered that his father, Apollo, was technically both Roman and Greek. He didn’t know how that had happened, but it had. That fact would have made it difficult for him to choose a side, if he hadn’t already become a loyal legionnaire. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, but he forced himself to rise to his feet. With any luck, these two wouldn’t know the names and faces of all of the Apollo campers. Besides, he could have been a new camper for all they knew.

He hesitated before slinging his bow back onto his shoulder. He had his guard up and he wasn’t sure if it showed or not. He had never met a Greek demigod before, so he didn’t know how big of a threat they were. Besides, he preferred not to fight. “Sure,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. He always wanted to help people – he liked making others happy – but he wasn’t sure if this was the safest choice. Surely if he just took off into the woods, they wouldn’t care to or be able to follow him.

But there was something about the camp. He had noticed a tree with a fleece on it and a sort of barrier. He guessed that the magical barrier kept monsters away, considering he hadn’t been attacked since he got there. He glanced from the girl to the guy, not knowing what exactly they wanted him to do. He wasn’t the strongest so he doubted he could get the pony out by himself. But did it really take three of them to get it out of a simple rabbit hole?

The teenager sent a quick, mental prayer up to his dad, hoping nothing went wrong. He had no clue as to what the Greeks would do if they found out he was Roman. And besides, he really didn’t want to start a war.

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POSTED ON Sept 14, 2013 6:46:01 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 6:46:01 GMT -8

Rachel stared determinedly at the bush she was talking to, almost as if she was having a staring contest with the poor shrubbery. She jabbed her finger at the bush and made the universal 'I'm watching you' motion at it. With her other hand she reached up and pat the neck of the bronze pony soothingly. "It's alright darling." Rachel said. "I won't let the evil shrubbery get anywhere near you with a herring." She made a fish using her fingers and made the fish 'swim' at the bush warningly. Her thoughts of the Knights who say Ni were quickly dissolved when someone cleared his throat from the other side of the bronze pony. Rachel's face brightened considerably, she recognized that voice! Sure enough, Chris Rodriguez stood awkwardly before her. She smiled widely at the son of Hermes and waved enthusiastically. Rachel had become Oracle after Chris had deserted the camp, so she did not judge the young man as much as the rest of camp. She had kept her head clear of camp gossip and turned a deaf ear to the ill words that spread around camp about Chris. Her heart dropped slightly when she recognized the look on Chris' face. It was the look most of the campers had around her; apprehension and clear unwillingness to be in her presence. The Oracle lowered her hand slowly, her smile following the motion as well. She had hoped that after a few months the other campers would get over their prejudices towards her but she had no such luck.

"No, no!" Rachel assured, fixating a fake smile on her face and waving her hand around wildly. "I would really appreciate the help. Or rather, we would appreciate the help." She reached a hand up and put it gently on the bronze pony's muzzle. Rachel used the bronze pony as support as she struggled to get back to her feet, her breath still laboured.

The mortal pulled a face at Chris' words and reached over the pony's back to hit him on his shoulder. Truth be told she could hit with all her strength and Chris still probably wouldn't so much as flinch. "Be nice Chris. The 'Apollo bunch' are plenty strong!" Rachel said, having complete confidence in the stranger Apollo boy. She gave him the thumbs up and a real smile.

Rachel turned back to her bronze pony and stroked her hand down his spine. "Of course he wants to go up the hill! The hill just doesn't want him up!" Rachel wrinkled her nose and thought that last sentence over. "Wait." She muttered under her breath, trying to think why the hill would not want her fabulous pony on top of it. "Maybe the hill feels threatened by his awesome, shininess!" Rachel concluded loudly.

Rachel instantly let herself drop back onto the ground with a loud sound. She tried to wrap her arms around the around and stroked it reassuringly. "It's okay hill!You'll always be my number one geographical, natural terra-forming structure!" With that done, Rachel jumped back onto her feet with a bounce and smiled lightly at the two boys as if nothing happened.

The Oracle got behind the pony and stuck her hands on the pony's hindquarters, their weak, twig-like muscles already straining against the weight of the bronze pony.

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POSTED ON Sept 14, 2013 8:40:24 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 8:40:24 GMT -8

Chris managed to wipe the odd expression off his face after catching the way Rachel looked at him. He really did try to be cool about it, and the way her enthusiasm temporarily faded made a spike of guilt stab through him. He couldn't blame her, everyone except Percy, and Annabeth seemed umcomfortable in her prescense, though she was the only person anyone knew who had a multi-thousand year old spirit residing inside of her. On to his joke, he saw the kid drop lower as he peeked over their Oracle's shoulder, weird, everyone knew who Chris was, the big Hermes guy who was dating the girl who could beat any guy to a pulp in a fair one-on-one match. He was also well-known for his retrieval from Kronos' side during the war, and a recovery that led to where he was standing today.

His joke seemed to have drawn some irritation from Rachel, though the punch he received was hardly a match for the fighting that ensued during times where a lot of stuff went missing in the Hermes Cabin and everyone was sure they knew exactly who took it. He put up his arms, stepping back as if to avoid future swings, "Hey, I was only kidding, we both know the Apollo guys have a lot of talented warriors, and pro-level basketball players.", the latter half of his response being a reference to the fact that the Apollo kids frequently squeeze money out of new campers by placing bets on games they're assured victory in.

Rachel was clearly as quirky as she seemed, going off about Shrubberies for a moment, bringing a light chuckle from him as he recalled where he'd last heard that word used. The pony, of course, did not respond, nor did the hill after their esteemed Oracle began hugging the thing. He couldn't judge her, he babbled about a girl named Mary for weeks with no memory of the events. She wasn't crazy, or, at least, didn't strike him as crazy, maybe a bit eccentric.

As the kid stepped forward, he still looked nervous, and Chris made a point of offering his hand, "Chris Rodriguez, sorry if I scared you, I didn't meant anything against the Apollo Cabin.", the guy looked young enough, "You'll get used to the comradarie after a few days." He did sincerely hope this was a new kid, glancing at their bronze friend then the kid, he would await a hand shake before moving, however, if he didn't receive one, he'd move around after a moment's hesitation. "Just help Rachel push our big friend here forward. On three.", he said, kneeling down, locking his arms under either one of the pony's front legs. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, "One...two...three...go.", he said, and, all at once, in a spectacular Greek hero fashion, his whole body tensed, and he lifted the front end of the pony enough to keep it's feet from being buried in the soil as they would push it forward, as well as enough to get the stuck foot unstuck, though he definitely did not look to be capable of maintaining the weight for too long, though he secretly thought that if Percy could hold up the sky for a few seconds, he could maintain this.

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POSTED ON Oct 7, 2013 20:39:34 GMT -8

Post by Erin Davis on Oct 7, 2013 20:39:34 GMT -8

Erin was in a bad position, he knew it. If they found out that he was a Roman, he didn’t know what they would do to him. He knew that they had Apollo campers here, so he sent up a quick, mental prayer to his father that they would go easy on him. They must not have known the faces of every camper, he assumed – which was to be expected – and he was thankful for that. They didn’t seem mean, but they thought that he was one of them. Was he technically one of them because of his father? He pushed that thought away. No, he was a loyal legionnaire.

He doubted the guy – Chris was his name, apparently – was trying to be intimidating but by how much bigger, older, and obviously stronger he was than the son of Apollo, Erin was extremely intimidated. He guessed that if he ran, Chris could easily catch up with him. The girl, on the other hand, appeared to have a few screws loose – in a figurative way. But he didn’t say that out loud. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings. After all, he had been taught to always be nice to a girl as well as to always tell them they’re right.

He hesitated for a small moment when Chris offered him his hand before lightly shaking it. Should he give his name? He didn’t see any reason why not. It wasn’t as if his name meant anything to them. “Erin Davis,” he replied, trying to sound like he belonged there. He glanced to the girl upon learning her name before turning his attention back to Chris. There was no harm done from Chris’ earlier joke, he knew better than to take it to heart. Besides, Chris intimidated him simply by the fact that he looked like he could easily beat him in anything except archery – since he guessed he wasn’t a child of Apollo.

He found himself helping them push the bronze pony, mentally wondering what the purpose of having such a thing was. Was this secretly a weapon? It didn’t look like one. And if it was a weapon, it wasn’t a smart one. They could barely move it, so obviously it wouldn’t be of much use in a battlefield. He mentally told himself that he was over-thinking things. Not everything had to be a weapon and not every Greek had to be out for Roman blood – even if they looked as if they could easily spill some, aside from Rachel, who looked relatively harmless.

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POSTED ON Oct 12, 2013 12:45:06 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 12:45:06 GMT -8

Rachel crossed her arms across her chest and looked at Chris with a mock haughty sneer. "You would do well to remember the power of my wrath in the future, Chris Rodriguez." Rachel said, before breaking out into a bout of giggles. She wrapped her arms around her middle and spun around once in a circle, enjoying the way her tan jacket spread out around her as she twirled. She paused for a moment before spinning in a couple more circles, trying to catch the tail end of her coat with her hand, much like a dog trying to catch its own tail. When she stopped, the world spun around her in a way that reminded her of the moment before she had a vision. Rachel felt a lurch in her gut and a mantra of NotnownotnownotNOW. echoed through her mind as she tightened the grip on her conscious with an iron grip. Thankfully the world righted itself and the and Rachel quickly cleared off her panicked expression into her usually slightly-insane grin. The panic that had felt like it was cutting of her supply of oxygen released its grip, leaving an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach and her heart fluttering nervously against her ribs.

"Also, a word of advice. Don't play horseshoe against the Apollo kids either. It would not be a wise idea." Rachel said. The Oracle ran her hands through her hair like she remembered her mother used to do when she was younger, before she passed away. It was one of the things that helped calm her down after her visions. Usually a vision would leave Rachel feeling dazed and nauseous before the panic hit her. Every time it was like a slow sinking feeling in her gut before all the air left her lungs and she suddenly found herself in the last stall of the girls bathroom, hyperventilating. Rachel stubbornly refused help during her panic attacks and was lucky enough to seclude herself from other before they hit. It was bad enough that people view her unusual personality but if they found out she had panic attacks from visions... well, Rachel wasn't willing to find out what they thought of her.

Rachel shook her head wildly, shaking her thoughts away like an annoying fly. She turned to grin at Chris when he played the friendly card and introduced himself to the newly dubbed Erin. Rachel waved at the younger boy enthusiastically, nearly hitting the bronze pony on the muzzle. "I'm Rachel Dare." She introduced herself, giving Erin a mock salute.

Rachel quickly took her place behind the bronze pony once more and pushed with all her weak might. She involuntarily let out a muffled squeak as she almost slipped in the dirt. Quickly righting herself, Rachel let out a loud exclamation of "HEAVE!" as the three of them worked together to push the pony. Slowly but surely, the pony moved forward the last few feet to the top of the hill. With a last final push, Rachel raised her arms in victory and leaned forward to hug the bronze pony around the neck.

"Victory for the Greeks!" Rachel screamed at the sky, a massive grin on her face. She lay one hand on the pony's shoulder and said in a serious tone. "I thus dub thee, Troy the Bronze Pony!"

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POSTED ON Oct 16, 2013 17:00:23 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2013 17:00:23 GMT -8

Chris had a hard time keeping a straight face, Erin was not the source of his amusement, however, but Rachel, from the corner of his vision he could see her sneer, followed by her sentence. He didn't want to laugh, well, he did, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate it, or maybe she would. He sighed at her, if there was one way to freak out a new Demigod, it was to see the fluctuating eccentrics of Camp Half-Blood's relatively new Oracle, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. In a brief moment before he replied, he witnessed how nervous Erin seemed, he'd never known an Apollo kid to be the shy type. He also managed to pick up that, like most people, he saw more crazy than useful and sweet when he looked at Rachel. "So long as you remember who the master pranksters of Camp Half-Blood are Rachel.", he replied, hinting that the Hermes Cabin might pay her a late night visit, likely with something better than shaving cream or warm water. He smiled at Erin, nodding his head as he rattled his brain, 'Erin Davis? Davis?', he thought to himself, the name rang a bell, though he faltered in his thoughts as Rachel began spinning. He wasn't too fond of spinning, at least, not after the Carousel from Hell he wound up on in the Labyrinth, so he felt compelled to stop her, though he knew doing so was ridiculous. When she stopped, he thought she was about to puke, and took a tentative step forward, hands raised to push her hair back, just in case.

When the moment passed, and she looked alright again, he stepped back, and then took his place at the front of her horse. The lifting and moving was not nearly as bad as he expected, once or twice his feet found holds, and he thought his feet were about to be crushed off, but he was alright, otherwise. Rachel, however, sounded like the effort was going to kill her, and he felt a pang of guilt for having not thought of calling one of his half-brothers up to push the horse up while Rachel stood by and gave orders. The time for regret, however, passed quickly, and shortly after his guilt passed, they stood at the crest of the hill, a few feet from Thalia's Tree. Chris gratefully collapsed for a moment. Where did Rachel find all her energy? Chris lay there for a moment, suddenly jumping to his feet, raising his right index finger, "Are you related to Toby Davis? Son of Apollo just like you, I mean, I might be jumping to conclusions, sorry, your last name was stuck on my mind..."

After his outburst, he ran his fingers through his hair, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn.

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POSTED ON Jun 16, 2014 16:46:32 GMT -8

Post by Erin Davis on Jun 16, 2014 16:46:32 GMT -8

Erin smiled at Rachel, for a moment visibly relaxing and looking like the fourteen-year-old kid that he was. He made a mental note to challenge Hunter to a game of horseshoe when he got back to camp. “I wouldn’t recommend going against a kid of Apollo at anything that involves aiming,” he commented, “We’re quite good at that.” Alarm briefly flickered across his face before it disappeared. They had children of Apollo here. He could blend in as just another camper.

Though all he wanted to do was run back to Camp Jupiter and the safety of his cohort. He thought about Max, alone in the cohort. He didn’t talk much to his crush, but just being alone with him, even if it was in silence, was pleasant enough. He severely wanted to return to that now. If he survived this – the Greeks seemed friendly, but would that continue if they found out he was Roman? – he told himself he’d go home and confess to Max. He doubted he’d go through with that, though.

He fell silent as he helped move the statue. Why did they want this statue moved here? Rachel named it a pony. What was the point of having a statue of a pony? Unless it was secretly a weapon, he didn’t understand it. He couldn’t see the Romans ever getting something like that. He took a step back and glanced around. Should he leave? Make some excuse and just disappear?

His eyes snapped onto Chris and his head swiveled to follow his gaze. He stared at him in utter confusion and shock, as if he wasn’t quite sure whether he’d heard him correctly. “Toby Davis?” he echoed. If he’d been holding something, he would have dropped it. It’d been years since he’d seen, let alone heard of his brother. He didn’t talk about him with anyone, not usually at least. If he did, it was most likely with Hunter and even then he liked those conversations to be short and quick.

He opened his mouth to ask a question, but conflict clearly showed on his face and his closed his mouth, looking away. How could he ask about his brother without revealing he wasn’t from here. He was fairly certain Hunter would have advised him to just go then and there. But he needed to know. He needed to.

“You know Toby?” he asked, his voice much smaller than it had been before. “He’s here?”

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